Call of Duty Oneshots

Annual Military Hockey Game | Simon 'Ghost' Riley

You approached the stadium with Price, feeling incredibly nervous. It was the annual military hockey game. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz had volunteered. Well, Gaz and Soap volunteered and they forced Ghost to join.

"Why are you so nervous?" Price nudged you. "What if they get hurt?" You say as countless thoughts of how they could get hurt run through your mind.

Price laughed, "It's just for fun. It never gets that serious." He assured you.

You waited outside the locker room while Price went to the food stand, hoping to talk to Ghost before the game started. A man approached you. He was wearing a military uniform you didn't recognize. "Hi," he said with a crooked smile. "Hi." You said flatly and turned back in front of you. "Here for someone special?" He asked. His tone made your skin crawl.

"Yup." You responded without looking at him but he didn't get the hint. "Which one is he?" You ignored him. "Me," You heard the familiar British voice behind you. When you turned, Ghost stood in his usual attire. You smiled at him before you saw the look in his eyes behind his mask.

Pure rage.

The man scoffed nervously and walked into the locker room. Ghost had at least a foot on him in height. Ghost watched him, his eyes could've burned a hole through the poor bastard.

You sighed, "Don't kill him, Simon." you say as your arms wrapped around him. He lifted his mask and kissed your forehead. "Why not when he's given enough reason to?" He pulled his mask back over his face.

You looked at Soap and Gaz for backup. "don't look at us, once he's on kill mode, there's no stopping him." Soap said with his hands up. "Yeah, remember that time at the bar when that guy bought you a drink? Took 5 of us to get Ghost off 'im." Gaz added, not helping the situation at all.

After leaving the boys, you met Price near the entrance to the rink. When you told Price what happened, he laughed and shook his head. "Should probably call an ambulance now then, huh?" he joked, also not helpful.

As you two took your seats in the front row, the game was starting. The announcer called each name of the players as they stood on the rink, a single light shining on each as they were called. When they called Simon, he looked scary even from far away. He turned and winked at you.

The whistle blew and the puck dropped and Simon bolted for the poor soul that spoke to you outside the locker room, sending him across the ice, at least 15 feet, and into the wall. A loud thud echoed. The crowd went insane.

This went on the entire game. Body check after body check. You felt for the man yet you couldn't help but feel turned on watching Simon this way. Just like always when he was over protective.

Another body check. Ghost wasn't even hiding the fact he didn't care about the game. More cheers. Ghost stood over the man, his words obviously harsh as a ref hesitantly put himself between them. A whistle was blown and Ghost was sent to the penalty box.

You stood up and approached the box. The "coach" tried to stop you but shut up the moment Ghost glanced at him. "What the hell, Simon? You're gonna hurt him!" you shouted over the noise of the game.

He pulled his helmet off, his hair soaked with sweat and the blackout around his eyes was smeared. He spit out his mouthpiece "Yeah that's kind of the point." he laughed. Before you could scold him more, he was summoned back to the rink. "Simon," you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

"What did you even say to him?" you asked, hiding a laugh. "Do you actually want to know?" he asked. You sighed, "No, probably not." he smirked before putting his helmet back on.

You returned to your seat and Price was hiding a smirk. "Don't encourage him." You said, hiding your own amusement. "I didn't say anything." Price said with his hands up in defeat.

Another body check. You winced as you watched the man hit the wall, hard. Ghost floated over the ice watching the man try to get to his feet, yelling obscenities at him. "Yeah, Simon, fuck him up!" Price yelled out as he stood up and cheered. You looked up at him with a displeased look, "What? I can't cheer my friend on?" he shrugged with a smile.